Friday, August 29, 2008

Thatcher is one month old...














A Baby will make Love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for....



9 pounds
21.5 inches
Likes: Mommy's milk, sleeping in the bed, Parker taking naps & being held
Dislikes: Shots, Jaundice, The doctor, Parker being awake, loud noises, & poopy diapers

Sunday, August 24, 2008

And then there were 3... but my number 2 is killing me

I have always heard that the number 3 does you in. I knew it would be hard, but this week has been A WEEK. I have been in the process of packing, entertaining the kids and trying not to lose my mind... oh my.


The biggest challenge is not the number of kids;

it is my number 2 kid,


Parker!!!

If you note the name under his picture to the right, it is MONSTER P. I have no idea where I came up with my love bug's nickname (I would argue it was inspiration from Heaven) but it is soooooo fitting. It doesn't matter what I do, how many doors I lock, how many times I push in the chair, or how many times I close the dishwasher he has his mind set and the determination to finish the job. Like, for instance... Yesterday, me and the kids were to meet Brandon at his mom's house, so I was trying to get the kids ready, and keep the house clean...you know how that is. Don't worry that I found Parker scratching his head with a steak knife that he had gotten out to the dishwasher, or him repeatedly trying to take gracie a dirty plate, fork and spoon, again, from the dishwasher... or when I found him on top of Thatcher's changing table (like 5 times) pulling out the wipes, or when I found him on top of our desk trying to listen to my ipod... Or the couple of times that he took Gracie's glasses and ran away from me. (all of this was in a time span of 2 hours)

SERIOUSLY!!!

I got so mad at him one time that I called him a butt hole, to which Gracie sent me to time out (I was half tempted to take her up on her punishment) and told me we don't say that word.

If he keeps this up he is going to be driving me to AA. I always tell him that it is a darn good thing that he is so cute, because if he wasn't I would have traded him in along time ago.

To which he looks at me with his blue eyes and flashes his dimples and all is forgotten, well, almost!!

I guess all I can say is that there is nothing as sweet as a little boy
and nothing as exhausting!!!










Sunday, August 17, 2008

Oh... All of the changes

Well... Hello, where have you been?
I am assuming that most of anyone who use to check my page has given up all hope. Well, I am back, with a full update and new pictures of our sweet little boy...
William Thatcher Leavitt


I don't know even where to begin, so I will go over some of the changes starting with the most recent!!!
Our sweet little one..
I was induced on July 28th. I went in at 6AM, they started me on pitocin around 7:30and by 1:11 pm he had made his way into the world. He was terribly blue when he came out...I didn't know that I could birth a smurf; but, after a couple of cries he got his color and he has been tugging at my heart strings ever since. I was extremely happy to have my mom and launa there to witness it all. It always is a neat experience to have a little one come into this world. Recovery was amazing and we went home the next night. All was well until....
5 days later I thought he looked a little yellow, especially in his eyes, so I took him to the doctor, just to make sure he was okay... well, a couple hours later and we were back at the hospital.


Our poor baby had jaundice...
he got to lay under the lights for two days... one of the most expensive tanning beds I have ever paid for. They sent us home, but every morning I would wake up and start to cry (love those hormones) because he always looked yellow. A couple of days later and two visits to the doc... and I was feeling that he was going to be okay. It has been a little crazy since then, I am getting use to being a mom to three. The days seem to end before they begin. It really is crazy....
I feel so thankful for babies. I can't believe how fast they grow.


My little Gracie got glasses.


Around mid May, Gracie came in from outside and while we were eating dinner, she kept squinting one of her eyes. I told her to knock it off, to which she told me she was Mike Wazowski.
I figured it was something that she was just doing to be funny. Well, when she continued to do it and it kept getting worse, I decided that I should take her to see the eye doctor. I had to promise that there were no shots at the doctors. Even when we got there, she told the doctor that there would be no shots. He checked her eyes and she is abnormally (for a child) farsighted... She got the glasses 2 weeks later and has been wearing them ever since. She definitely has come out of her shell even more and doesn't seem to quite talking. It is as if she has become a different person ever since she has begun to see. GO FIGURE!

My next announcement, one that I give with much regret. I am now the proud owner of a....



MINI VAN,

what the H!!!!


I totally know, I swore up and down that I would never get a mini van... All I can say is Never say never. Unless referring to marrying a very rich man or being a size 2.

The next big event was that Gracie got a pet. Now, I had nothing to do with this one. Brandon graciously gave our sweet little one a guinea pig (?) When he first brought it home it came with some paperwork, to which it said something along the lines of... pregnant women should not be exposed to these animals. SERIOUSLY. I was pissed.


Why did my husband hate me and bring this death rodent into my house to harm my unborn child. I could have kicked him. Of course, Gracie had fallen head over heels with Wilber (a fitting name for a pig, not so much for a guinea pig). So Brandon cleaned the cage and everytime I had to hold the thing I would wear those yellow gloves. Well, like all things in Gracie's world, wilber became old news within a month or so. And back to the store Wilber went. Life is a little better and my back room doesn't stink.

And finally, after fighting the feeling for awhile... we have decided to move back to Brandon's home town. We have weighed the good and the bad with living in a small town and the good really did outweigh the bad by quite a bit. So... Our home is in escrow and we will be moving out in about a month. This is very bitter sweet for us. I know that it is where we belong but it is really hard to leave our vegas life behind. Gracie was against it until she found out that she got to take her toys with her, she still thinks that the pool is coming with us... Bless her heart.

So there it is, the last six months in a nut shell. It seems like yesterday that I found out we were expecting and now here it is 6 months later and so much has changed. I am so excited for the future and everything that it will bring...
I promise the next post won't take me six months to write.

More Pictures of Thatcher... I can't help myself